One Piece: From Picking Up Red Hair's Broken Arm

Chapter 132 Rejecting the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Bounty Soars
"These are the exact words that the Warring States period asked me to pass on."

Garp rubbed his chin. "Wait, something's not right. It seems like these are the exact words of one of the Five Elders. He's the one who passed them on."

"Then it seems they've made a mistake."

Xia Nuo said calmly, "When have I ever not been sailing on this sea openly and honestly?"

The boy pointed to the curtain call behind him, its white flag fluttering in the wind.

"See that, old man?"

"What?!" Garp laughed heartily. "So they never even flew the pirate flag!"

"Don't play dumb."

Xia Nuo grinned. "If I really did pirate things, would you still talk to me like this? But if I signed the Shichibukai agreement, I wouldn't be able to explain myself at all, and I'd really become a so-called 'great pirate,' wouldn't I?"

Shichibukai?
What benefits would he get from becoming a Shichibukai?
Is it all just to abolish bounties, just for that legal right to plunder that countless pirates dream of?
But go to hell!

For something as stinking as heavenly gold, they were willing to become the world government's lackeys, obeying orders and even donating their blood.

He might as well have joined the army with Garp back in the day at Colbo!
Now he'd have to be at least a lieutenant general!
"Speaking of which, old man."

The boy looked up and stared into Garp's eyes:
"There's one thing I'm quite curious about: do Sengoku, and the other high-ranking officers of the Marine Headquarters, really know that I'm not a pirate at all?"

Garp remained silent for a moment before sighing:

"For big shots, sometimes face is more important than the truth."

"Is that really the case?"

Xia Nuo laughed heartily and threw the document back. "Then take this piece of waste paper back with you. Also, please pass on a message to them: if they want to deprive me of my right to 'sail openly and legitimately' on the high seas, then let them try!"

"Ugh……"

Garp took the document, rubbed his face, and said, "This is really a headache. How am I supposed to explain this to myself when I get back? Although I expected you to say that..."

He wasn't giving up, and glanced sideways at Xia Nuo:

"You really won't sign?"

"No."

"I brought several bags of fine tea. What if I gave you two bags?"

“…” Three black lines appeared on Xia Nuo’s forehead.

"I know, I was just kidding, hahaha!"

Karp laughed as he stood up, casually tearing the document into pieces, the snowflake-like scraps scattering in the sea breeze:
"Then let's continue sailing on this vast ocean! Kid! Let me see just how far you can go on this journey!"

He strode toward his dog-headed warship, and Bogart immediately rushed over and draped a new cloak of justice over him.

Xia Nuo remained seated, silently watching Garp's departing figure through the scattering of paper scraps.

"Oh, right."

Garp suddenly turned around, scratched his head, and said, "I almost forgot, Sengoku's orders to me were to arrest you on the spot if the negotiations failed."

"I'm out of energy."

Xia Nuo spread her hands, "But if you still want to continue, I'm happy to oblige."

"Pfft hahaha!!!"

Garp laughed and waved his hand, "What are you talking about? I even used the Binding Technique just now, and I still couldn't take you down, kid."

He turned and strode towards the warship, waving his hand behind his back to Xia Nuo:

"That's fine! I'll just go back and say I couldn't find anyone! Anyway, this ocean is so vast, getting lost is quite normal!"

The dog-headed warship slowly sailed away, and the naval soldiers on the deck still looked at the shattered ice field with lingering fear.

Bogart stood beside Karp, his face filled with worry, and asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Garp, is it really okay to go back like this?"

"What could be the problem?"

Garp nonchalantly pulled out a bag of senbei (rice crackers). "That kid's right. He wasn't a pirate to begin with, so why should he sign that bullshit Shichibukai agreement?"

"But what about the Five Elders..."

"Who cares about them!"

Garp stuffed a handful of senbei into his mouth and mumbled, "I don't have the ability anyway. If those old geezers really have the guts, they can come and arrest people themselves!"

Ok?
and many more.

Karp suddenly realized something was wrong and touched his bald head.

Where's my dog-head hat?

Garp looked bewildered, rummaging through his clothes. He clearly remembered that when he was fighting so hard earlier, he had taken off the dog-head hat because it was blocking his vision and put it in his pocket.

This scene looks so familiar...

Bogart felt a pang of anxiety and instinctively reached up to touch the top of his head as well.

Phew, not bad.

He didn't lose his hat, though.

…………

Meanwhile, on the curtain call.

Watching the warship sail away, Nojiko couldn't help but ask, "Brother, what do we do now?"

Although it was expected.

But the scene where the older brother so decisively rejected the Seven Warlords of the Sea was just too cool!

This is a location that would make countless people envious!

Looking across the entire Grand Line, how many people can do that?
He truly is my brother!

However, this would undoubtedly enrage the world government, which would be humiliated, and their future retaliation would certainly be far more intense than before...

However, her question went unanswered.

At this moment, Xia Nuo, who was seemingly changing clothes with Nami's help, was actually staring intently at the system panel in front of him.

[You sacrificed Garp's dog-head hat, gaining 3800 points]

[Remaining points: 27000]

How much was that dog-headed hat that was sacrificed in the Kingdom of Goa worth? If I remember correctly, it was around 4000?

Why is it still two hundred short?
After much thought, the only explanation is that the dog-headed hat had been with Garp for a longer time and they had a deeper bond.

That's reasonable.

Xia Nuo shrugged and casually closed the system panel, completely unaware that he had forgotten that there was still Bogart's wool that he could take advantage of.

This is no way.

When we first met in the Colbo Mountains.

The aura of a swordsman that Bogart exuded was as sharp as a blade, making him wary and curious. He immediately borrowed Bogart's hat to check his score.

And now.

Time has passed, and the two are now worlds apart in strength.

Although Shano had used his Observation Haki to sense Garp's warships, Bogart, who hadn't shown up much, was simply categorized as posing no threat whatsoever, and Shano didn't even remember that Bogart existed.

"Brother? Brother!" Nokiko raised her voice.

"what?"

Xia Nuo then woke up with a start and turned to look at her.

"What do you mean, what to do? Of course, we should eat lunch! I'm starving!"

He patted his empty stomach and said with a smile, "After we finish eating, let's get back to what we were doing and continue our adventure!"

He led the way and strode towards the restaurant, and the rest of the crew exchanged smiles and followed.

"Why do you seem unusually happy, Nami?" Smoker, with a cigar in his mouth, walked at the back and looked to his right with a puzzled expression.

"nonsense!"

Nami rolled her eyes at him, stretched, and looked relieved.

"I'm most afraid that my brother will agree to sign the agreement. If he becomes a Shichibukai, won't my bounty be stuck at 80,000 Berries forever?"

"Even if it doesn't work out, it doesn't necessarily mean it will rise," Smoker said quietly.

Nami froze, then became furious:
"Waaaaah, you chain smoker, you bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

"Don't even think about it. You don't even know Armament Haki, you can't even touch me."

"No need for arrogance! I can burn you to death with fire!"

"I've never heard of such a thing. But smoke can suppress flames, right?"

"Bullshit, fire controls smoke!"

"Smoke controls fire."

The corridor became noisy again, with a group of people laughing and joking all the way, and the tense atmosphere that had been there before suddenly dissipated.

Only Nuomizi remained at the very back, jumping around constantly, trying to get everyone's attention—

Hey! Look at me! Look at me! I've already completed my first evolution because I couldn't wait to become stronger and protect my master as soon as possible!

Right now, I'm a Meow Meow Beast!

Unfortunately, it was too short.

Even after evolving, it's only thirty or forty centimeters tall, and when it jumps, it's not even as high as Nami's knee.

For a moment, no one noticed.

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Holy Land, Marie Gioia.

In Pangu City, a CP0 member wearing a white coat was kneeling on the ground, reporting his findings while covered in sweat.

The atmosphere in the conference room was solemn.

"Refused?"

The blond-haired Elder Shepard crushed his teacup in his hand, his face grim.
"This is an invitation to become a Shichibukai, something other pirates would kill for. We've offered him far better terms than usual, yet he still refuses to sign the alliance?"

"You look down on the position of Shichibukai?"

Nasujurou, clutching the demon sword, said indifferently, "It seems we underestimated this brat's ambition."

"Where's Garp?" asked the white-haired, long-bearded Marcus Maz. "Since they're unwilling to sign the agreement, why not just take them down on the spot?"

"There was a fight, but that kid still got away."

The CP0 member hurriedly and respectfully replied, "According to our intelligence, Garp also chased after them for a day and a night, but ultimately lost his way at sea, allowing them to escape."

The five elders all frowned.

"Useless old man."

Satan sneered, "Where did your ability to chase Roger to the ends of the earth go? Now that you've given him a chance, you can't even take down an eighteen-year-old brat."

"Garp's strength has declined due to age, but he is still not to be underestimated. This situation can only mean that this kid is stronger than expected."

Nasujuro narrowed his eyes. "Of course, there is another possibility, as Sengoku said, that Garp has an old friendship with this kid and is unwilling to kill him, so he is deliberately holding back."

"That old man..."

Recalling Garp's repeated refusal to be promoted to admiral, Satan's expression darkened considerably.

He shook his head, not wanting to bring it up again, and turned to look at the CP0 member kneeling on the ground:

"What is Xia Nuo's bounty now?"

“Five hundred and forty million Berries,” the CP0 member quickly replied.

"Not enough! They defeated... no, killed two Shichibukai in succession, and then escaped from Akainu and Garp one after the other."

"This bounty is completely inadequate to match his current level of threat!"

Satan stood up and coldly issued the order:

"Go, notify the Navy Headquarters and have them immediately formulate new bounties, and set them high! Also, finalize the discussions and submit the candidates for the two vacant Shichibukai positions as soon as possible. The balance of the sea must not be broken."

"Yes, Saint Satan!"

The CP0 member saluted, got up, and hurriedly left.

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Navy Headquarters.

The rain poured down, and thick, dark clouds pressed down over Marineford, as if to swallow the entire fortress.

Ever since the news of Shano's rejection of the Shichibukai agreement reached headquarters, the atmosphere in the entire fortress has been as gloomy and oppressive as the weather.

The naval soldiers in the corridor walked hurriedly, their expressions solemn, and they even spoke in hushed tones.

"Yes, Marshal, I understand. Please rest assured."

Senior Advisor Brannew put down the Den Den Mushi, tapped his knuckles lightly on the table twice, and frowned.

He looked up and around. Several of his colleagues in the office had already stopped what they were doing and were all staring at him.

"The situation is worse than expected. The magistrates of the Holy Land are furious and have ordered that the bounty on this group be updated as quickly as possible."

Brannew stood up and said in a deep voice:

"Summon the rest of the staff and prepare for a meeting! I need a complete combat capability analysis report within one hour, and a new bounty plan must be drafted within two hours!"

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On an unnamed island in the New World.

Morgans was pacing irritably behind the sofa, a cup of coffee in his hand.

"The results are in, President!"

The office door was flung open, and a well-dressed deputy rushed in, panting. "Xia Nuo has rejected the Seven Warlords of the Sea! The Navy Headquarters is furious, and a new arrest warrant has been issued!"

"They refused?!"

Morgans snatched the document away, "Let me see!"

He quickly scanned the entire intelligence document and then turned his attention to the new bounty figures.

Bang!

The coffee cup in Morgans's claws fell to the ground, the brown liquid splashing onto the snow-white feathers.

The president of the World Economic News Agency, however, was completely oblivious, his beak stretched exaggeratedly to his ears:

"Hahaha! You didn't disappoint me, big news! This is headline news that will shake the entire ocean!"

It doesn't even need his processing!
The news of Hanafuda's murder can now be released, and with the Seven Warlords alliance rejected, Shano escapes from the renowned Marine hero Garp...

And then there's the final bombshell news—a new bounty on Shano's gang!
Morgans couldn't even imagine how well this newspaper would sell worldwide!

He grabbed the Den Den Mushi from the table and dialed the printing factory's number:

"It's me, President Morgans!"

"What? The newspapers for tomorrow morning are already being printed? Stop all printing immediately! Throw all that waste paper in the trash heap. I want to design tomorrow's front page myself!"

After hanging up the phone, Morgans returned to his desk, humming a little tune, and excitedly took out the quill pen from the ink bottle.

He hadn't decided on a title yet, but without hesitation, he skillfully wrote the first two characters of the title on a blank sheet of paper:
【shock--】

…………

The next day, early morning.

In the office, Morgans was sprawled on his desk, his beak slightly open and feathers scattered messily across the surface, clearly having fallen into a deep sleep after working through the night on his manuscript.

Beside his paws lay a quill pen, its ink still wet.

The desk was piled high with draft paper, covered with densely written titles that had been repeatedly revised.

As a journalist who is extremely passionate about his profession, Morgans has always held himself to very high standards in his writing.

The final draft of the newspaper's front page was carefully removed by the deputy and sent to the printing plant.

The pungent smell of ink permeated the factory.

Brand-new newspapers flew off the assembly line like snowflakes, were quickly bundled into stacks by the workers, and packed into Newsbird's parcels.

"The first batch of newspapers has been packed!"

Release the birds! Release the birds immediately!

At a command, countless newsbirds, carrying mailbags and flapping their wings, soared into the sky, facing the rising sun, and flew to all corners of the world.

These significant news stories will be disseminated to every corner of the world...

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New world.

A grand banquet is being held aboard the Modibik.

This was to celebrate the end of their war with the Beasts Pirates.

While the four emperors generally maintain a balance in the overall situation, things are not always peaceful.

There will always be some friction and collision.

This relatively small-scale war is just a microcosm.

Neither side's commanders personally led the troops; only a small number of officers led their subordinates into battle.

The Whitebeard Pirates ultimately triumphed, severing the Beasts' claws that had extended from Wano Country and successfully expanding their territory slightly.

A bonfire blazed on the deck, and barrels of wine were piled high like a mountain.

Marco, holding a wine glass, leaped onto the mainmast.

"My lords!" he grinned, "To the new territory, to our great victory—cheers!"

"Oooooooo!!!"

The crew responded enthusiastically, the clinking of glasses mingling with hearty laughter.

"Goo la la la!"

Whitebeard's laughter boomed like thunder. He sat in his personal giant chair, his Murakumo sword leaning against his shoulder, and tilted his head back to gulp down an entire barrel of strong liquor.

"Kaido's little brats are still too green! How can they compare to my sons!"

"Hey Dad! It's a bit too much to secretly drink a whole bucket in one go!"

Fourth Division Captain Sachi appeared from behind, displeased, and took the remaining barrel of liquor. "For your health, you should drink less!"

"Sachi!" Whitebeard roared, "You spoilsport, give me back my drink!"

"No, no, I just won't give it to you!"

Thatch hid the barrel behind his back, and Whitebeard reached out to snatch it. The two struggled for it, causing the surrounding pirates to burst into laughter.

Just then, a newsbird fluttered its wings and landed on the ship's side, carrying the latest newspaper in its beak.

"Hey, Teach!"

Sachi called out to the teammate next to him, "I'm busy with my hands, go get the newspaper and see what the big news is today!"

"No problem, Captain!"

Blackbeard Teach grinned, revealing a mouth missing a few teeth:

"Hahaha! Little White Bird, what a coincidence! I bet the newspapers found out about the outcome of the war and rushed to report it overnight, announcing the victory of our Whitebeard Pirates to the world!"

He walked over quickly, took the newspaper from the newsbird's beak, and tossed a few coins over.

He chuckled and patted the newsbird's head, watching it leave.

however.

When Teach unfolded the newspaper, the smile on his face instantly froze.

There was no Whitebeard, no Beasts, and the front page headlines had nothing to do with them.

Taking center stage was a huge bounty poster, with a black-haired boy carrying a sword laughing wildly in the frame.

Above that is a huge, bold headline!
—"Shaking the Grand Line! The most arrogant pirate, Shano, who killed two Shichibukai, refused the Shichibukai's invitation, enraging the World Government, which has urgently increased the bounty!"

“Zehahaha... This is really…” Blackbeard narrowed his eyes, staring at the headline, muttering to himself, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Hey, Teach!"

Marco noticed his unusual behavior, jumped down from the mast, and grabbed the newspaper: "What's wrong? What news surprised you so much?"

When he saw the contents clearly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he cried out in alarm:

"One billion?! A whole one billion Berries?! This guy's bounty has doubled in an instant?!"

(End of this chapter)